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 The next day, I woke up and felt like a trainwreck. Arielle was still sleeping. I grabbed some clothes and got in the shower. I threw on my paramore tshirt, black jeans, and my checkered vans, then put makeup on, and went back into my room. My phone was in two pieces and left a dent in my wall. My parents were going to kill me. I put the battery back on my phone and turned it on. There was 24 voicemails and 102 text messages. Every text and every voicemail was from Logan.

     Me and Arielle went downstairs for breakfast and then walked out of the house.

"So, how are you feeling?" she asked.

"Fine." i retorted.

There was more than enough awkward silences for one conversation after that. She didnt want to say the wrong thing to me. Not being able to help me out must be tough for her. I cant believe i let this happen, its my fault.

 <b>Arielle's Perspective...

I feel so horrible. Kaden doesnt deserve any of this. She's been through so much, this is one of the worst things that could have happened. I wish there was something I could say to make her laugh. She wont even smile. Ive tried everything. Maybe I'm not trying hard enough? idk. With school starting, she'll see Logan everyday pretty much, I'm afraid of how she'll deal with it. I guess all i can do now is just be there for her...

 

<b>First Day Of School

<b>Kaden's Perspective...

First day of classes. I'm not as excited as usual. I finally get to see the friends I didnt see over the summer, and instead of running to them, I'm quiet and as non-outgoing as possible. Apparently what happened between Log.. Guy X [[ logan ]] and myself, has gotten around the entire school. Speaking of him, here he comes, walking down the hallway right towards me.

As he got closer, I felt a tear roll down my cheek. This was the first time we have come face to face since that night.

Our eyes met, i looked away and walked over to my locker. Someone tapped me on my shoulder, I turned around, and see Logan.

"Hi" he said

"uhmm... H.. Hi"

"I havent seen you for awhile, how've you been?"

"Fine."

"Oh, well uhm, do you think we could.."

"Think we could what Logan?"

"Can we maybe meet down at the beach tonight? Just to talk."

"Logan Idk."

"Please, I just really need to talk to you."

"Okay fine."

"i'll meet you down there around 2am. Is that too late? its just hard to sneak out now"

"No, thats fine."

The bell rang THANK GOD!

"I'll see you tonight"

"Bye"

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